Chapter 19 - Moana
On the secluded island of Motunui, a strict ban on voyaging had left the people isolated and ignorant of the world beyond their shores. Despite this, Moana's spirited and daring nature kept her dreams of exploring alive.
The young girl stood out from the crowd, not just because of her breathtaking beauty, but also due to her adventurous, headstrong, and fearless personality. She cared deeply for her people and the village where she was born and raised, but her passion for the ocean and the idea of venturing beyond the island's barrier reef consumed her.
Moana struggled with guilt over her desires, believing that pursuing the ocean would disappoint the people she loved. However, she felt a responsibility towards her ancestors, wanting to revive their traditional wayfinding techniques as a way to honor them and the legacy they left behind. These conflicting emotions tormented her.
One day, Moana retreated to the shore, her slender, muscular body bathed in the sunlight. Her brownish-pink lips, long wavy black hair, thick eyebrows, and brown eyes were striking. Her attractive curves, large breasts, and firm ass captivated anyone who looked at her.
As she gazed out at the horizon, the sea called to her, turning her on in a peculiar way. Alone on the beach, she began to undress, savoring the sensation of her fingers tracing along her collarbone as she removed her salmon-orange top. Her full breasts and erect nipples were revealed beneath. She resisted the urge to touch herself, knowing that the anticipation made it all the more pleasurable.
Moana massaged her scalp with her hand, then moved it to her breast, gently rubbing and massaging it. She scraped her nails around her areola and pinched down hard on her nipple, feeling her stomach clench with pleasure.
Her self-care was interrupted by a strange phenomenon: the ocean's water particles began to form into a tentacle-like appendage that rose from the surface in front of her. "What's happening?" she asked aloud, but there was no answer. The ocean seemed to be alive.
The water-appendage touched her chest, causing goosebumps to erupt across her skin. The cold water made her skin tingle, but she didn't move. It felt good, so she allowed the streams of water to circle around her breasts, enjoying the unique sensation.
Slowly trailing across her plane stomach, the water edge reached her sensitive zones. She issued an audible moan as it snailed towards its objective. The water-tendril then unleashed a torrent of sprays on her already soaked pussy.
"Mmm," she hummed.
Time seemed to come to a standstill as she focused on the sensation. Her lower region was crying out for this "shower." Unexpected sprays made rapid contact with her clit, causing her to hop a bit. Her other hand tightened around a handful of sand as her head thrusted back, emitting another loud reverberating moan. A crab hiding in the sand jumped in fear from her cries of pleasure.
"This feels amazing. Please, fuck me harder. I need more," she pleaded.
Moana didn't know, nor did she care about the water's motivations at that moment. She reveled in the fabulous pulsing feel as it caressed her vaginal folds. Her moans filled the air as the thick jet of water and bubbles assaulted her pussy.
"Don't stop. Give it to me hard. Mmm, just like that," she sighed.
Her fingers tingled with anticipation as her climax greedily seized every drop of blood in her body. Every iota of energy she owned was heading straight for her pussy.
"Holy shit! Fuck!" she groaned.
She could hardly move away from the jet, which relentlessly pounded her clit. Her muscles began to tense in anticipation of the impending eruption. Suddenly, she felt like her innards were about to literally explode. Twisting and writhing, she struggled to keep her eyes open as wave after wave of heat, energy, and pure ecstasy surged from her during the most intense orgasm she'd ever had.
The water-tendril withdraw from her abdomen as aftershocks flooded her again and again, gradually becoming less potent. She had to remember to breathe.
She looked curiously at the bizarre appendage, now visible above the ocean surface.
"What are you?" Moana demanded.
It almost seemed as if the water was attempting to communicate somehow. Then suddenly a massive jet of water erupted, grabbing Moana and pulling her under the water while she screamed. The fish, sea turtles, and stingrays watched in fascination as she was whipped through the water with incredible speed, as though she were riding a fierce sea current. Her lungs filled with water as her screams turned to bubbles.
Finally, as she caught sight of a bright object in the distance, she realized it seemed like an underwater metropolis encircling a palace. Creatures swimming around it appeared to be a mix of humans and fish. It dawned on her then: these were not ordinary beings. These were merfolk.
Moana was guided into a grand underwater palace and found herself in a spacious dining hall. To her surprise, she realized she could breathe normally as the water surrounding her didn't fill her lungs.
"I assume you must be quite frightened by now," a deep, commanding voice echoed behind her. She turned to see an elderly, majestic merman with bushy gray eyebrows and long white hair. "I am King Triton, ruler of Atlantica."
His white beard and mustache framed his face, and he had a pronounced widow's peak. His powerful form wore ornate gold gauntlets embellished with studs on both wrists, showcasing his physical prowess with a touch of opulent flair. His presence was imposing, especially considering he wielded the legendary trident - a powerful magical weapon.
Gathering her courage, Moana stood up, her chest rising and falling with each breath. "I am Moana of Motunui," she declared with conviction.
King Triton's expression softened, revealing a kind-grandpa-like demeanor. "I recognize you, Moana. You are my friend."
Moana furrowed her brow, confused. "I don't understand."
The king floated around the dining hall, his trident in hand. "As the ruler of Atlantica, I control the water with my trident. In a way, I am the water itself. You've been attracted to me since you were a little girl, Moana."
Moana hesitated before speaking. "So, when that... water-tentacle…"
King Triton nodded solemnly. "That was me. I'm sorry, Moana. You've grown into such a beautiful woman. I couldn't help myself."
Despite the unsettling revelation, Moana couldn't help but feel a hint of disappointment. The experience had been so pleasurable that she longed for more.
"Why am I here then?" she asked, her hands on her hips.
"My daughter Ariel is in grave danger," King Triton explained. "Her babysitter, Sebastian, has informed me that she made a deal with the sea-witch Ursula to obtain legs and visit the human world due to a crush she has. This puts her in serious danger, as my brother Hades harbors a grudge against me and is determined to rule all. According to a prophecy, Ariel is the only one who can stop him, but now that she's above water and vulnerable, he will try to kill her. He has already abducted my wife Amphitrite. I must remain in the water, but I need a human to protect my daughter. I choose you, Moana."
Moana hesitated, considering the dangerous task ahead. "But why should she be constrained to a life she doesn't want? Shouldn't she be free to make her own choices?"
King Triton nodded in agreement. "I share your sentiments, Moana. The problem is that Hades is a threat, and Ariel's current situation makes her an easy target for him. I need you to protect her."
Moana felt a knot in her stomach as she contemplated the dangerous task ahead. She knew who Hades was, as her grandme had told stories about him, and the kind of danger she would be putting herself in. She hesitated, unsure if she was capable of such a thing.
Triton interrupted her thoughts. "I understand your concerns, Moana. But you must consider this isn't just a favor for me. Hades' ambitions threaten not only Olympus but also the entire world. Everyone you love or care about could be swept into his underworld."
Moana thought about it and realized there was nothing holding her back from taking on this mission. She would embark on an adventure she'd always wanted while saving and serving her people.
"But how can I possibly fight a legitimate god?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Let me help you with that," Triton replied, holding forward his enormous trident. "Take this. With it, you'll have the power of the ocean to use against Hades."
Moana's hand shook as she reached out for the golden staff. As soon as her fingers touched it, she felt the immense power coursing through her veins. She took a moment to process the newfound strength she now wielded.
"So, do you accept?" Triton asked, his hope apparent. His daughter's safety was all that mattered to him, and he was willing to part with the very thing that made him who he was. Moana promised herself she wouldn't let him down.
"Yes," she affirmed, straightening her back.
Triton was on the verge of tears. "That's fantastic. I'll take you to the surface, where there will be a boat waiting. The ocean will guide you to Agrabah, where your mission lies. I cannot thank you enough."
Moana simply responded, "You're welcome."